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How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
yVer fteno, henw uoy (my egerastt seocur of ghdteli) plya cmius by ivnomg hstoe onewod kyes on eht ybodakre of hte

aginlrvi

The rinivlga is a obekydra mttnneirus asirmli to a hohasrdicpr.

riivnagl
htiw ryuo ewtse rsngfie, usncofing my ear wtih het aohymnr of hteso dkpleuc igtrsns, I nvey eth seky. Tehy ealp up adn kssi eth treend iednurdse of ryou shnda, hlwei my roop psil, ohw uotgh to be oidgn eht ksgiisn, sdtan by, sulbgnih at hte sbesoldn of eth kyes. To be tkldcei elki sheot eysk era, my islp udlow ylldga be tdaerfrmson oint doow nad gcnaeh psacle with the yeks, eovr wchih yruo esrfngi tyngel lawk, iegnslbs the ddea wood meor hant my vginli plis. nSeic the kyse are so ypahp to ocuth royu grfsnei, let hemt veah the rfegsin, utb vgei me ryou slip to siks.

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How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy' those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
yVer fteno, henw uoy (my egerastt seocur of ghdteli) plya cmius by ivnomg hstoe onewod kyes on eht ybodakre of hte

aginlrvi

The rinivlga is a obekydra mttnneirus asirmli to a hohasrdicpr.

riivnagl
htiw ryuo ewtse rsngfie, usncofing my ear wtih het aohymnr of hteso dkpleuc igtrsns, I nvey eth seky. Tehy ealp up adn kssi eth treend iednurdse of ryou shnda, hlwei my roop psil, ohw uotgh to be oidgn eht ksgiisn, sdtan by, sulbgnih at hte sbesoldn of eth kyes. To be tkldcei elki sheot eysk era, my islp udlow ylldga be tdaerfrmson oint doow nad gcnaeh psacle with the yeks, eovr wchih yruo esrfngi tyngel lawk, iegnslbs the ddea wood meor hant my vginli plis. nSeic the kyse are so ypahp to ocuth royu grfsnei, let hemt veah the rfegsin, utb vgei me ryou slip to siks.

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